The cat had risen now as Robert Cartwright released the straps.

As I took a step toward it, the cat rose onto all fours.

The cat waited a moment, then rose and battered his chin against the boy's chest until the stroking resumed.

Slowly the cat rose from his lounging position on the bed.

The cats rose to their feet and followed her down the stairs.

The cats rose unhurriedly and strolled towards the kitchen.

The mottled cat abruptly stretched, rose, and came to investigate me.

The cat growled again and rose to its feet, aiming its body toward the west.

The cat rose from the hearth, stretching itself to twice its normal length and yawning widely.

The cat immediately rose, padding like a shadow across the floor, and jumped into its master's lap.